I’m so disgusted with this whole MRI-epidural thing I could drink half a box of pink drink if I had some, and still walk away upright. But that wasn’t in the budget this time. By the time I bought the necessary foods and paid for the non-existent MRI, I didn’t have enough to indulge my finer side.
This would be a good day for it, too. I brought two loads of laundry with me when I came over to Busdaddy’s to go look at dogs, and one is almost dry while the other is almost done with the wash cycle. I will take the second load home wet and hang it up because I can.
And finally, after four months of looking at dogs and getting nowhere, he finally tells me what he wants in a dog and why. *grrrrr*
Then contemplate my navel for the duration. *grumpy*
The HT was all out of $2.87 pink drink. I suspect the church bought it all and was selling it at $4 a cup. I had to get red drink (not that there’s anything wrong with that) unless I wanted to pay more.
Since nobody had naps, we can all have an early bedtime.